It was almost too good to be true.

I had always been the cool mom. The one that caught you smoking weed, but never said anything about it, only offering you a smile and a wink. I was also the one you went to when you needed recommendations for bands from the 90s and even beer from the mid-2000s. And you were always danm sure when I enter a room or was attending an event, as with breasts that size, everyone looked when I entered a room. My hips were wide and thick with an ass being so round, thick, and perky, so it caught everyone in the room's attention. But if that wasn't enough, the hourglass figure that I walked around with smoked like a smoldering fire, ready to rage out of control at a moment's notice.

I was THAT girl in high school. You know, the one with the gothic makeup, who always wore her fishnets that was on the point of snapping, paired with the classic black leather choker, and a black dark streak through my totally blond hair. My shirts were always some indecipherable combination of ripped metal bands or different kinds of comic figures. Sure, I was perky, nerdy, witchy, and cool. But I was mainly hot. I was every boy's dream.

And now, I was that woman in the neighborhood with everything a wife needed. A two-bedroom house, beautiful dresses, skirts, and normal shirts that didn't have any tears or weird logos. My legs were covered and hidden from view most of the time, and my husband, once a skating bad boy was now a high-ranking politician who wouldn't even give me the time of day. Taming the cool gothic girl

was all he wanted. And it was awful. All I had come to yearn for was my gothic days and someone to appreciate them, but they were not gone. Because my son began to show me otherwise.

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Thank you for reading the taster I had in mind for our plot. Essentially I am looking to build a plot where a depraved and attention-starved mom, doesn’t know about her son's desire for who, and as he begins to unveil it to her, she is intrigued. But as it keeps going on the intriguing quickly becomes switched out with guilt and embarrassment. Which ultimately leads to the son forcing himself on the mother.

Message me if you’d like us to do this plot together. I am very open to any ideas you may have for the plot. I only roleplay on Reddit. Please try to be creative and motivated to write more than a sentence, or I will not respond.

So what I’m asking this time, is wether or not if the prompt is clear and intriguing? And how I can clear up in the prompt that both of the parties so the son and mom is 18 year or older